Small Whirl By Thom Taken from the poetry book "Every Moment Precious"
Carrier Pigeon of poetry seeds dropped into the hands of smiling eyes "she is my neighbor! years ago" when puppeteer, I painted her puppets. Her husband was lecturer is he still working? I remember he was the most encouraging person I imagine he is still making art.This was all the 60's of course How are they both? and what am I to say but praise the art that sings your poetic names. ============================ For John Hawk By Thom Taken from the poetry book"Every Moment Precious" Fires always burn, Soshune, Ute a warrior who took women the way he drank fire water. Passion and yell as he swoped into the circles breaking silence like the dogs who howls all night just because. Now he is tame, quiet, working Fires simmer in a pipe, At home, domestic His new mother soothes and reassures him all the wars will be forgiven He can rest at home now write a poem when the pain returns like fire in his veins. He cannot beleive what he sees screams like people on fire, fired at., all fires burning in him and all smoke in the world will not obliterate the flame. Warm, Wilde, Watching |